New Year Gifts

This year started with hope, my one word begin, and a collection of poetry postcards to decorate my writing desk. 

As a collector of Victorian and vintage items, I have always enjoyed the art of postcard writing.  I am grateful to Jone MacCulloch for bringing back this art with the New Year Poetry Postcards Exchange. I also extend thanks to our poetry community for bringing  good cheer to my home this January.

     Welcome to this January's Mini-Gallery of New Year 2021 Poetry Postcards    

Each poetry postcard below is a beautiful and unique gift from poetry friends. 

I shall cherish them throughout the years.

Jone MacCulloch sent greetings in Scottish Gaelic and English.

recently minted

shiny coin of here and now

ready to be spent

-Mary Lee Hahn

In 2021, Year of the Ox, my wish for you and yours:

Health

Justice

Solace

& Peace

Plus Inspiration for

Your Creative Endeavors

-Diane Mayr

Linda Mitchell, Bookmark and Poem

                                                              Connection longing

                                                              Watching the great conjunction

                                                              Universal hope

                                                                                -Kimberly Hutmacher

-Margaret Simon

January Sprints

past New Year's

merry making-

Springtime is waiting. 

-Janice Scully

Turning the clock back to the early 1900s, I linger over W.A. Martin's postcard to a dear friend.  

Karen Eastlund states in her recent blog, Good Gifts:

Scripture tells us that "Every good thing given and every perfect gift is from above."

James 1:17 

I am reminded that the above poetry greetings share the essence of kindness, sweet nuggets of wisdom to fill the receiver's day. As a gesture of kindness, I send these postcards off to you to brighten your January, dear friends.

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Enjoy the Year of the Ox!

I am strolling over to Margaret Simon's blog, Reflections on the Teche, where I was writing to the picture prompt she posted. Margaret is hosting Poetry Friday this week and shares her nestling poems created by her students and herself.

Picture Prompt

My Reply:

 I hear the howl of the night wind and reflect: 

winter bares its soul

in nighttime stillness

moonglow softly shines.

©CV, 2021

Celebrating Poetry Friday

Autumn is coming to a close here on Long Island with dipping temperatures and the meteorologists are bracing themselves for what is to come. Winter storms have already tussled with the landscape in other parts of the United States but I applaud Autumn for the marvelous colors that it bestowed on us this season. 

Final Autumn

Related Poem Content Details

BY ANNIE FINCH

Maple leaves turn black in the courtyard.

Light drives lower and one bluejay crams

our cold memories out past the sun,

each time your traces come past the shadows

and visit under my looking-glass fingers

that lift and block out the sun.

Come—I’ll trace you one final autumn,

and you can trace your last homecoming

into the snow or the sun.

Annie Finch, "Final Autumn" from Calendars, published by Tupelo Press. Copyright © 2003 by Annie Finch.  Reprinted by permission of the author.

You can listen to the audio reading of the poem here.

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I watch quietly 

as the stilled streets 

kiss their leaves goodby 

and autumn dances

its last waltz with

the twirling wind.

©CV, 2016, Long Island

I am currently working on the design of my Autumnventure Gallery 

so any last minute offerings will be accepted this weekend. 

Today's Poetry Friday Roundup is at Jone MacCulloch's blog site, Check It Out where Jone is announcing her New Year Poetry Post Card Exchange. 

I continue to write alongside Mary Lee Hahn and her community of writers at #haikuforhealing, the site she created for voices to be raised this December.